Gela has her eyes shut to the start of this conversation, attention half on Cedric half on the edge of what she was dreaming about before she woke. The closer she tries to examine it the quicker it slips away, sand through the gaps between her fingers, and she shifts her body in disappointment, feels his hand in her hair. A sigh. "Mmm?"
Waiting, she couches her cheek against pillow and his skin. Outside of the blankets seems cold, a theory she confirms by skating a single leg to the edge of the bed and outside the boundary of warmth, toes instantly scrunching in dislike. Much better here.
Here. Gela, of course, selects the romantic option, eyes still shut.
"Why d'you ask? You're not anticipating an attack, are you?"
They speak Nevarran together in classes where they're supposed to, where deals have been made, but here, in this crowded little room and only the two of them in it, Gela speaks Trade. Soft, "I do."
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Waiting, she couches her cheek against pillow and his skin. Outside of the blankets seems cold, a theory she confirms by skating a single leg to the edge of the bed and outside the boundary of warmth, toes instantly scrunching in dislike. Much better here.
Here. Gela, of course, selects the romantic option, eyes still shut.
"Why d'you ask? You're not anticipating an attack, are you?"
They speak Nevarran together in classes where they're supposed to, where deals have been made, but here, in this crowded little room and only the two of them in it, Gela speaks Trade. Soft, "I do."